The Last Vampyr

Herein I chronicle my final days. They are a terrible saga in and of themselves. Through love comes tragedy and the passion I bore was both genuine and morose. By my own doing I was the end of my kind. Ironic isn’t it? How creating someone or something in your own image can be your ultimate down fall. I have survived through generations of chaos only to fall victim to what has always been known as a gift. My beautiful dark gift turned malevolent. I will now rewind the hands of time for you, so you may all join me in retrospect of my dark lament... Phyllop Desmodus – The Last Vampyr